Who's To Blame
Blame flying around
her fault, his fault, your fault.
Your. Fault
It's all your fault.
Expectations too high for anyone to reach,
expectations consisting of two words,
Be. Perfect.
An apology, words of sorrow fall on wantonly deaf ears.
'I'm sorry I loose things, I'm clumsy.
I'm sorry you blame for every little thing that goes wrong.
I'm sorry I'm always in the way and no where to be found when I'm wanted, Oh wait!
I was never wanted in the first place.
A bloody blade and a ripped note with the same apology,
'I'm sorry I couldn't be perfect. I'm the one to blame.'
One sad tear, neither human nor family, but the fluffy white cat that turned Blood Red that day.
But, who's to blame?